Lyrics:
Finger on the pump, make the 6 straight jump from SoCal
Hollywood to the slums
Chronic smoke get burnt by the California sun
On the West Side, East
there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and I ain't even from there,
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all the ruckus
So everybody tryna scrap
Bustin off the guns wit the silencers
Word New york new york big city of dreams
Comin from queens, where we don't get caught up in between
Wit
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
thrown in a lava tube
And watch the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all
look to the sky and ask
I've been blessed by God to rock this mic hard, so I do it
You got a problem, work through it
I love New York night, bright
things
Better than watching your first son put his sentences together
Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when
I was the portrait of the artist
Miami sending heat all the way to Cincinnati
She said she used to live in the south side of Cali
But she really want to ride with a Boss from Miami
Only
to Harlem World A.K. New York City
We forever runnin' round, here forever creepin'
Up all night 'cause homey we ain't never sleepin'
I came to do this wit
is to blame
Still striving is the struggle, trying to hustle New York
I'm from Queens South Jamaica, any street that I walk
LB Fam, JnJ and Queens Most
of the
Beast week to week
He shackled from his head to his feet
Life is deep
New York City too small for everbody to eat
Some explore the world and don't give
Millie rich
Now they booking me cause I’m the shit
New York flow from the 6
Shout out SpacedOut for the tent
Want it gotta have it my way
can't run from it
Can't help but live by the ways of the hood when I come from it
But who got me when I'm fucked up, nobody it's just tough luck
They move
travel around the world from the streets of New York, through the lips of acapella, choirs in Hong Kong and celebrated in dance through Latin America. That
through walls
My ministry, we ain't know we was livin' hazardous
Savages, first niggas in New York with Bentleys
Tyson, Kedar, Puff, Stoute and then me
come around my blunt
Grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
First nigga act up gets a hot one
B-P-V the bottom and top done
I get there, I gets
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
the 90's
03 scene MVP and one accord
Boss makes decision, paper wins awards
See me, hear me
Welcome to Brooklyn, New York City 11206
Roosevelt
reason I do know
Is I begged god to tell me about it
On my knees, screaming with pain
On the sixth floor, in New York City
So I'm telling you about it
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
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